I said viciously, "Dream on, Steven! Go to hell and do your shameful thing! Dream on! Everything I did was legal. Why should I apologize? Did I force you to go to Disneyland with Kelly? Did I hold you down when you kissed and touched her breasts?!"
"She used the wrong anesthesia dosage and killed my son and you sided with her and deleted the surgical surveillance records. You two bastards, go to hell and atone for your sins—for my children!"
Steven gasped, "You're absolutely crazy... I can't explain myself enough."
"Go to hell!" I angrily threw my phone to the ground and stomped on it several times.
There was a burst of banging on the door. The next second, a group of people burst in.
"Damn it! You're the one who's ruining the doctor and bringing trouble to so many patients. Bitch, go to hell!"
They tore my clothes, slapped me in the face and kicked me in the stomach. I tightly grasped the urn in my arms. But someone snatched it away.
"No!" I screamed, rushing over to grab it.
But I could only watch helplessly as the urn was smashed to the ground, my children's ashes instantly scattering.